I read the local paper over breakfast this morning.

Yesterday afternoon, it said, "anarco-punks" took to the streets of Oaxaca with their cans of spray paint and lighters, tagging historic city buildings, private homes, businesses, and even churches, burning the Mexican flag, and...

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The vibrant Pacific Northwest shows its true colors.

Good morning, Pacific Northwest! It's Thursday, and I'm just south of Portland, Oregon.

This week so far has been a blast. I've been "camping" with my best friend of too many years to count as we worked our way up from Orange County to Portland. According to my sister, I am not allowed to call it real...

At 5:30pm, Georgie (the young and beautiful owner of Kingbilli) knocks on our door.

“Any chance you guys would like to help me wrestle a koala out of a tree in Alex?” No sooner than the words are out of her mouth are our dinner plans put on hold, our shoes are on, and we are piling eagerly...

On a Saturday evening, Gilberto and I walk up the main drag of our neighborhood, past the tortillería, past the preschool, past the neighborhood security headquarters, past the boarded-up former bus station—up to the edge of town, where wary, matted dogs nose at constellations of soda cans, plastic...

We recently toured the nature-rich and adventure-filled country of Costa Rica. It's a safe and fun destination for women travelers, and most importantly...cheap! Airfare to Costa Rica is affordable, the food is inexpensive, and reasonably-priced hotels abound.

Katy...

There's an antiques market on Londres Street where vendors sell stacks and stacks of postcards and old photos. It's easy for me to lose hours there, and a few months ago, I did.

On that visit, I found a black and white postcard-- the kind you get as a souvenir--that I had to have.

On the...

            I can’t lie about it.  When I really think about it, when I let myself, my job frightens me.  It is, in a way, the opposite of what I really want to do, which is be grounded in a place and be a part of a functioning and...

I wouldn’t exactly call myself selfless, or ‘eco-friendly’ for that matter. Apart from recycling my old salsa jars and scrunched diet-coke cans, I really can’t be bothered with ‘eco-mandates’ or what ‘trading on carbon offsets’ is supposed to mean. It all sounds like white noise to me....

She’s a breast cancer survivor, 65 years old and had never left the south-east corner of Australia.

World traveller material?  I didn’t think so either. 

But after two years of gentle persuasion, my mum decided to brave the 20-plus hour flight to visit her English-teacher son in...